Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
CMW,
Urselle,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.